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// The Worst RariTwi Fic [Romance/Rarity/Twilight/Objectivism] 
// Story: Epic Tales of Blood Moon and the rest 
// by SigmasonicX 
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Rarity cried, as she usually does. Spike had broken up with her, having finally grown into a teenager and realized she was just taking advantage of him. Spike was good for getting gems, but now she needed another way to get money.

Rarity had manipulated stallions for years, but now she set her sights on a mare.

Twilight calmly sat in her study, reading Ayn Rand and making notes on how to better implement her philosophy into Equestria, when Rarity burst into the room. The exact opposite of Rand’s ideal, Rarity sobbed and begged. “Darling, please, darling. I am all alone now, darling, and I want you to be the one to comfort me.”

Rarity wore a sexy outfit; because horses don’t usually wear clothes, that made it even more sexy.

Still, Twilight could see through manipulation thanks to her wealth. Shaking her head, she said, “Oh Rarity, I can’t believe the way you look. You made yourself look like a clown.”

Rarity gasped. “Darling, what?!”

Twilight summoned a bucket of water and poured it on Rarity. She screamed, but the water washed off her makeup and removed her curls. As she whimpered, Twilight snorted. “I guess even a dog like you can get cleaned up. You’re far prettier without all that makeup, you know.”

Rarity felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Really, darling?”

“Anyway, you were saying you needed me to comfort you. Pssh, yeah right. How about you comfort me? Make me a sandwich while I play some PS Triple,” Twilight said while dabbing.

Rarity nodded, conquered. “OK, darling.”

Thus, Rarity became Twilight’s maid, showing off her natural beauty from then on. Twilight took over her companies and ran them better than she ever did through the use of rationality. Rarity was happy for the first time ever, having rejected her appearance of altruism, which was nothing more than inefficient selfishness in the first place.

“Now I am your only darling,” said Twilight.

“Yes, darling, everyone else is an ant.”

From atop the castle, Rarity spat on Fluttershy below, as she was weak. This taught Fluttershy to no longer respect those below her, and with time she too became a rational thinker.

Twilight watched as some earth ponies protested the conditions at their factory. “Rarity, break up that strike.”

She did, and the workers were free to rejoin the world.